michko's life
E.
Monday morning, waking up, her head reeling from the previous days events. Her pay wasn't docked for destruction of the Thompson Web last week, it was the fault of the machine itself, the cost passed onto the insurance company.
Today's assignment was a big one, Tokyo Disney needed tighter chromasonic integration in its latest attraction called Goofy Gravity.
Michiko's hand slipped hesitantly and with slight friction into the new Thompson Web. Her skin was slightly pushed back as the thin ropes acclimated to this new guide, her hand doing the same, the ropes wrapping gently but not without urgency around her every finger. With just a few minutes of learning by both human and machine she was guiding the low frequency sine waves into correct correspondence with the bright blue hue projected directly into her retina from the Pixel Spray.
From the next room Hiro smiled as he knew they Ward could do no better than Michiko as Officer of Cultural Boundary and Discretion.